"W...what!" I gasped as my eyes locked with Henrys.
"I have to tell you...From the real me...That I'll emerge soon," said Henry as he got up and walked away.
"HENRY WAIT!" I shouted but he had already gone "You're Harry...I know you are,"

That night I lay awake in bed, trying to think of what Henry could have meant.
Maybe he was just playing a sick joke on me. If he was it wasn't a funny one! I was scared, afraid and slightly excited all at the same time. It was then when I rested my hand on my ever growing stomach, that I felt the slight kick.

The next few days seemed to go by rather slowly. I was growing fatter and fatter by the day and it didn't seem like a minute since I'd realized I was pregnant at Sirus's house. Sirus...How was he now?

The baby kicked violently that night as if he or she knew that something was wrong. Maybe it was just me but it seemed like there was a lot more power in this baby than ever imagined.

It was Sunday the next day and Ron was taking me for my scan.
"Ron...I'm scared," I whispered as we entered St Mungos.
"Don't be scared Ginny...You can find out whether your babies a girl or a boy and you can see that they are healthy," smiled Ron

The gel felt cold against my stomach as I closed my eyes. Ron gripped my hand supporting me and I felt a slight amount of comfort from it.
I heard the machine start to buzz and I opened my eyes. There was my baby, small and weak, but still abortable.
I almost fainted with shock as I looked at the picture.
"Doctor...Is that...more than one head...," I stuttered
I was in shock; I thought I could see not one, not two but three heads...
Five months into the pregnancy this was.
"Miss Weasly," smiled the Doctor "You're triplets,"
I broke down in tears...

Ron gripped my shoulder tightly when the doctor said I was having triplets. I thought I was dreaming. This couldn't be real.

"Are you serious?" Ron breathed.

"Yes, I'm very serious," the doctor replied. I was so confused.

"But... No! I mean, I can't be having triplets! Ron, I can't!" I exclaimed.

"It's okay, Gin. It'll be okay," he told me, patting my back. But the look on his face told me that he was just as worried about the whole idea as I was.
Ron held me as I cried that night. I didn't want to be alone for fear of what I might do.
I was so afraid of what I could do with just a little bit of time to talk inside my own head. My thoughts were already saying get an abortion before it's too late.

I threw myself onto the bed as Ron sat beside me that night. I sobbed myself to sleep but even as I slept, Ron sat beside me, only leaving to change places with Hermione.